Monsieur Dak

Love is a new life. What if, with every love, lovers lightened their names, titles, and pasts? Their sorrows and hungers? What if their stories began with the lightness of newly born beings, a new Adam and Eve, every day?
Monsieur Dac and Madame Dac did it. They fulfilled the ordinary demands of love to reach its purest form, and in the end, nothing remained for them to challenge but love itself. It must work miracles, for a story that began with a captivating, enchanting fantasy can only be followed by something even more enigmatic. Every love is a new life. What if, with every love, lovers shed the weight of their names, titles, and pasts? Their sorrows and pains? What if they began their stories with the lightness of newborn beings, becoming Adam and Eve again, every single day?

Mr. Duck and Mrs. Duck did just that. They defied the conventions of ordinary love to reach its purest form, and in the end, all that remained for them was love itself. He had to work miracles, because a story that began with a magically absurd, enigmatic whimsy deserved nothing less.